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Yikes!! How do you get all the way from the fingertips to the heel of the palm?!? Wouldn't he react when the fingers got cut?
Reminds me of Something About Mary: "How'd he get the beans above the frank?!?"

he was trying to squeeze the last couple slices of somthing by palming the product, don't remember what, and some one bumped him from behind.

When working my way through college as a closer at a fast food joint, we would hang out in the parking lot after work drinking wine with one of the managers, who would send one of us to the liqueur store across the plaza to pick up a jug of the cheap stuff. The cops would pass through the lot and wave at us (tells you how long ago this was!). One of our co-workers never hung out with us, but would disappear right after the work was done.

One night we were standing around in the lot doing our usual thing when a cruiser pulled up and they had the co-worker sitting in the back. They had pulled him out of the restaurant's dumpster. Turned out he was dumpster diving every night, pulling out burgers that had been tossed out of the bin after too much time had passed. He told us he would take them home every night and eat them with his brother.

One night we were standing around in the lot doing our usual thing when a cruiser pulled up and they had the co-worker sitting in the back. They had pulled him out of the restaurant's dumpster. Turned out he was dumpster diving every night, pulling out burgers that had been tossed out of the bin after too much time had passed. He told us he would take them home every night and eat them with his brother.

Why in God's name would police arrest a man for eating garbage? That is called Anal Retention--protecting and guarding your own waste. Sounds like that guy needed a raise.

I've been that hungry before, and I've helped people that way--hooking them up by the dumpster with edible food waste in a separate container. It's far more common that most would like to think.

You know, it may seem creepy, but I love to check out my favorite restaurants' garbage bins. I noticed one day when I worked a Freebirds that our dumpster smelled like heaven--smelled like rice and bell peppers and beef covered in cumin. Then I walked home and passed an Olive Garden, and the dumpster was full of boxes, and smelled like nothing.

I was doing some prep work before the staff arrived. As usual I had my dog with me. Lo and behold, in comes the health inspector. I **** a brick. He pets the dog and continues the inspection. Never said a word about it.

well, I saw this while I was still a trainee in an Italian restaurant.

This particular restaurant had a built in pizza oven that was quite difficult to get going. Usually, we would pour a little canned sterno on the wood and throw in a lighted match. One day, this chef got wayyyy cute and decided to use the whole can of sterno instead. And he did not light it immediately. So when he stuck his head into the oven and struck the match, there was a slight explosion and out came the chef minus all facial hair.. It was hilarious and we went on about it for weeks.. No serious harm done though just some minor burns.